sometimes thing are better left unsaid. sometimes the right things are the hardest, and they hurt the most, but in the end they're worth it.
if you're reading this- and you know who you are- you have to let me go. to you, i'm barely a face attached to a name that only you call me. i'm not as amazing as you think. you have your life and i have mine; it's only going to hurt us more if we pretend that our lives could intersect. we are parallel, and we probably always will be. i didn't know how to tell you this before, but you need to know that you deserve more than me. i'm an idea; words on a screen, but you barely know me and i barely know you. i wish this could have been different, but it isn't. please don't hold on to a false hope that this will change, because it won't. you don't need to be there for me, although i admire you for trying. thanks for the memories, but please create your own, without me. believe me when i say, you need to move on.